Melancholy
It's raining, our bus is on the roadside.
Under the yellow rooftop.
We are on our seats, seeing out of the glass.
Grey roads and rooted trees.
Absolutely looking like one of my fantasy.
Drops hitting the ground, pattering sound, nature's melody.
Why every scene seems downhearted?
Everything looks like heart broken.
Green giants are tired of standing for years.
Birds' frowns are telling, that they might have any fear. Every downpour is giving me a feel of dismay.
Maybe, it's melancholy of my own!
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